There is always a dream
A dream where the world isn’t to belong
With thoughts amidst and within
Where hides the path that guides along?
Nights turning into days to live
Days becoming into nights to never see
Dreams remain a reality to only believe
Where is time, what cannot be?
Yet dreams is only to grow older still
Also awaiting perhaps their dying breath
Desires becoming nevertheless the only thought to feel
Where is reality, where is death?
How they wander, if only away!
How they shoulder upon burdens to bear
Like in reality where thoughts are to stray
And with no one close to only share
There isn’t always a dream
A dream where the world is to belong
With thoughts to decipher to one day mean
Where hides the ultimate path to guide along?
Copyright © Joel Lee